CALVARY'S ANTHEM

HEAVENLY FATHER,
Thou hast led me singing to the cross 
where I fling down all my burdens and see them vanish, 
where my mountains of guilt are levelled to a plain, 
where my sins disappear, though they are the greatest that exist, 
and are more in number than the grains of fine sand; 
For there is power in the blood of Calvary
to destroy sins more than can be counted 
even by one from the choir of heaven.
Thou hast given me a hill-side spring 
that washes clear and white, and I go as a sinner to its waters, 
bathing without hindrance in its crystal streams. 
At the cross there is free forgiveness for poor and meek ones, 
and ample blessings that last for ever;
The blood of the Lamb is like a great river of infinite grace
with never any diminishing of its fullness
as thirsty ones without number drink of it. 
O Lord, for ever will thy free forgiveness live
that was gained on the mount of blood; 
In the midst of a world of pain
it is a subject for praise in every place, 
a song on earth, an anthem in heaven,
its love and virtue knowing no end. 
I have a longing for the world above
where multitudes sing the great song,
for my soul was never created to love 
the dust of earth.
Though here my spiritual state is frail and poor, 
I shall go on singing Calvary’s anthem.
May I always know 
that a clean heart full of goodness is more beautiful than the lily, 
that only a clean heart can sing by night and by day, 
that such a heart is mine when I abide at Calvary. 

CHRISTMAS PRAYER

O Source of all good,
What shall I render to you for the gift of gifts,
your own dear Son? 

Herein is wonder of wonders:
he came below to raise me above,
was born like me that I might become like him. 

Herein is love;
when I cannot rise to him
he draws near on wings of grace,
to raise me to himself. 

Herein is power;
when Deity and humanity were infinitely apart,
he united them in indissoluble unity,
the uncreate and the created. 

Herein is wisdom;
when I was undone, with no will to return to him,
and no intellect to devise recovery,
he came, God-incarnate, to save me to the uttermost,
as man to die my death,
to shed satisfying blood on my behalf,
to work out a perfect righteousness for me! 

O God, take me in spirit to the watchful shepherd,
and enlarge my mind! 

Let me hear good tidings of great joy,
and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore,
my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose,
my eyes uplifted to a reconciled Father! 

Place me with ox, donkey, camel, goat,
to look with them upon my Redeemer's face,
and in him account myself delivered from sin! 

Let me with Simeon clasp the newborn child to my heart,
embrace him with undying faith,
exulting that he is mine and I am his! 

In him you have given me so much that heaven can give no more.

—from Valley of Vision